Swallowing the Starry Sky: Rebirth of the Thunder Dragon Emperor, Many Children and Many Blessings

"No"

Mengyao's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word was loaded with heavy memories.

Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was still immersed in the devastating disaster and unable to completely extricate herself.

"That was my former home... a beautiful planet, full of life and hope."

Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.

Her fingers clenched unconsciously, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she seemed to feel no pain.

“That day… a hostile force suddenly arrived and launched a devastating attack without warning.

Their warships were approaching like a black cloud, artillery fire roared, and the entire planet was shaking in the violent explosions. "

Mengyao's voice became lower and lower, as if every word was tearing her heart apart.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she felt the helplessness and despair of the disaster again.

“My people… my loved ones… fell one by one in the flames.

The screams and cries mixed together like the elegy of hell. "

Tears silently fell from her eyes and her voice was filled with endless sorrow.

"Father...Mother..."

Mengyao's voice was low and hoarse, as if she was calling for a loved one who had long passed away.

Her body curled up slightly, as if trying to resist the inescapable fear.

"My father pushed me into the escape pod at the last moment...but he himself stayed in the sea of ​​fire."

Her voice was choked with sobs and her eyes were filled with endless guilt and pain.

"Stay alive...Yao'er..."

That was her father's last voice, and along with the roar of the explosion, it was forever etched in her memory.

Mengyao's body trembled slightly, as if she was suffocating due to the pressure of an invisible force.

She clasped her arms tightly with her fingers, her nails digging deep into her skin, but she didn't feel any pain.

"Why...why am I the one who survived..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she was questioning fate and herself.

Her heart was filled with endless guilt and pain, as if she was a survivor of the disaster, carrying an unbearable burden.

Lei Dong stood aside, looking at Meng Yao's painful appearance, his heart filled with shock and anxiety.

He had never seen Mengyao so vulnerable.

The owner of Menghua Tower, who is usually high and mighty and unfathomable, now looks like a helpless child, immersed in the fear of the past.

"Lord Landlord..."

Lei Dong called out in a low voice, trying to wake Meng Yao's consciousness.

However, Mengyao seemed unable to hear his voice and was still immersed in the illusion of destruction.

Lei Dong's heart sank, realizing that he had to find a way to save her as soon as possible.

Otherwise, Mengyao might be completely swallowed up by this illusion and fall into eternal confusion.

"Mengyao... don't you want to wake up?"

Lei Dong's voice was low and gentle, as if it carried some kind of magic.

He placed his fingers lightly on Mengyao's shoulders, trying to awaken her consciousness with his own strength.

Mengyao's body shook slightly, as if she heard the sound of thunder.

There was a trace of struggle in her eyes, then she slowly raised her head and her gaze gradually regained focus.

"Thunder... Young Master Lei..."

Mengyao's voice was weak and hoarse, as if she had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.

Her body was still trembling slightly, but the fear in her eyes had gradually dissipated.

Lei Dong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to hold Meng Yao's shoulders: "Master, are you okay?"

Mengyao nodded slightly, her voice still a little weak: “I…I’m fine.

It’s just… I’m trapped by the memories of the past and can’t break free for the moment.”

There was a hint of fatigue in her voice, as if she had just experienced a great exhaustion.

Lei Dong's heart moved, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, what did you see just now?"

Meng Yao was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "That is... my former hometown, and that devastating disaster."

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she was recalling a past event that she didn't want to mention.

Lei Dong's heart sank, realizing that Meng Yao's past might be hiding great pain and secrets.

He didn't dare to ask more questions, but just whispered: "Master, the past is the past, you don't have to be trapped by it anymore."

Mengyao nodded slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

"You're right... the past is the past, and I can't be bound by it."

She took a deep breath and then slowly stood up.

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His body was still a little shaky, but his eyes had regained their former depth and firmness.

"Mr. Lei, thank you very much."

Mengyao's voice returned to its usual coldness, as if the fragility just now had never existed.

When Lei Dong heard her call, he quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?"

Mengyao did not answer immediately, but slowly raised her head with a complicated emotion in her eyes.

There were still some tears in her eyes, as if the illusion just now made her relive the devastating disaster.

"Master Lei... I..."

Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed to find it difficult to speak.

Her fingers clenched unconsciously, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she seemed to feel no pain.

Lei Dong's heart tightened, and he quickly said: "Master, you don't have to force yourself.

If we need to rest, we can stop for a while."

Mengyao shook her head, her voice low and hoarse: "No... I'm just... a little tired."

Her body swayed slightly, as if she would fall down at any moment.

Seeing this, Lei Dong quickly reached out to hold her shoulders and whispered, "Master, you need to rest."

Mengyao's body stiffened slightly, as if she was somewhat resistant to Leidong's touch.

However, her body involuntarily leaned towards Lei Dong, as if looking for some support.

"Master Lei...can I...lean on you for a moment?"

Mengyao's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fragility that was difficult to conceal.

There was a complex emotion in her eyes, as if she was struggling with whether to let down her guard.

Lei Dong was slightly stunned, then nodded: "Master, you can lean on me and rest."

Mengyao's body trembled slightly, and then she slowly leaned towards Leidong's shoulder.

Her body was still a little stiff, as if she was trying to control her emotions.

"Thank you... Master Lei."

Mengyao's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if looking for some support.

Lei Dong felt Meng Yao's body trembling slightly, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Mengyao is usually aloof and unfathomable.

But at this moment she showed such a vulnerable side in front of him, obviously because the illusion just now made her relive the devastating disaster.

"Master, you don't have to force yourself. If you need to rest, we can stop for a while."